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I recently realized something.

I didn’t notice before because, generally speaking, I believe I live in a musical wherein I am the lead (with the best voice), and everything is amazing and the so-called “strangers” around me at the gas station or the grocery store are in actuality extras–supporting cast, if you will–just waiting to sing:

“Look there she goes, that girl is strange, no question! Dazed and distracted, can’t you tell?”

I assume people are just as excited as I am to have any part at all in “Misty: THE MUSICAL”.

I mean, who wouldn’t want to get a piece of that action?

So it is hard for me to understand a pervasive problem sweeping, well, everywhere about now:

Complete strangers feel they are obligated out of some perverse sense of duty to tell others that they are doing it wrong.

And, most of the time, it isn’t “wrong.” It’s just “different.” In this day and age, even science has conflicting differences, thanks, in part to the advent of computer modeling.

And for some reason, our world seems to be headed in some strange wierd place where differentness is treated with a little vitriol–in spite of all those who are shouting for acceptance and inclusivity.

In fact, the more “inclusive” one group of people becomes, the more they exclude those who don’t fit in their definition of “inclusivity”. Instead of trying to build on what we have in common and appreciating the diverging differences, we cast out what we don’t understand and hate and fear the differences, choosing to scream that because “they” believe in something different, they are somehow “wrong.”

Actually, Gaston and the villagers said it best

We don’t like what we don’t understand, in fact it scares us

It comes from a place of fear, just like it did with the villagers.

I find the cure is to be kind and, if that doesn’t work, just act oblivious to the sneers and scoffs, the sighs or the mutterings. Often when I am kind, I end up with a new friend.

Sometimes, it doesn’t work, so then I just take the oblivious route, or I examine myself to see if there is any reason why someone would feel upset or irritable with me. (And often there IS something I can do to make it easier for others to get along with me. I am a handful.)

When I want to get judgy and upset, I need to take a breath and follow my own advice.

“Different” isn’t “wrong.” Different is just different, and most of the time, that’s a good thing. True diversity means accepting everyone–especially the ones with whom we don’t agree.

Belle:
So I should just accept
I’m simply not like them
Maurice:
They are the common herd
And you should take my word
You are unique: creme de la creme

Actually, I think most of us feel “different” sometimes. Or maybe all the time. That’s okay. I believe we are all “creme de la creme” and I love it!

In the end, we are a rarity. We ARE different. Out of thousands of planetary systems and it appears that human beings are a very different, very rare thing in the universe, so instead of trying to make everyone else become just like us, let’s reach out and celebrate someone who thinks and believes differently than we do today. And everyday.

 

 

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